Why did mum need all this stuff? I grumbled as I walked down the spice aisle. She said something about leaves. I know I needed onion powder, steak seasoning, and garlic salt. Mum insisted on having a family dinner tonight and for the foreseeable future, well, until Zander and I headed off to college. I tried roping Zander into coming, but he faked a phone call and ran off to his room. I crossed my arms, pulling the basket closer to me.
The scent of silver wafted in my direction. I froze. The only thing that smells that powerfully of silver were the hunters. Hints if pine and another pungent odor filled my nose. I coughed and sneezed, shaking my head. Those hunters smelled like they hadn’t showered in a week and were trying to cover it up with a pine fragrance.
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